Dreaming

The Little Man is in bed, fast asleep. I spent some time writing in my journal, dreaming of various things. My journal is the safest place for me to sit and dream about places I want to travel to, places I want to take Little Man to, but at the moment, all I can do is dream.

We've had a lovely day. We called my great-aunt. We haven't talked in a while. Little Man enjoyed seeing her. My cousin also called, which was great.